Hunter man

Behold the horrid hunter man
A blood sport stalker
One of the clan
In pursuit, of a wild soul who
Lives by its wits
Unlike you

You get On its scent yea on its trail
In quest of some animal
Up hill up dale
Professional hit man
Canned hunting too
What can karma do for you

A true blown waster
A chiseling cheat
An unspeakable villain
A shyster complete
A conscienceless arse
Loose morals and all
A true shameful shit
Who thinks he’s on the ball

Iniquity follows
The hunter man
An immortal dictator
All part of a plan
Of scheming and stalking
And murder reviled
And of course oh such viciousness
Even the child

apparent to onlookers
Flushed with such guilt
To transgress as they do
All the blood they have spilt
cast upon the litter
Faultless to a tee
Selling their lives
For a bloody bounty

It’s good to know hunters
Get slaughtered too
It’s good they feel pain
I do hope it’s true
All of the agony animals feel
Comes back to them
And they become, a meal

For whoever was stalked
For who ever was made
To run with the wind
And may have been paid
Off by the claws by the fangs
By the feet
I hope to god their god
Is not so discreet

Tear them alive
Scratch out their eyes
Chew on their bollocks
Let them realise
How much it hurts
To be broken in two
To be squashed flat
Their bones broken
Completely through

It’s the result
Of what huntings about
Sport/ entertainment
A complete rout
Amoral and unjust
Infernal and sick
And probably Hunters
Have the smallest dick